I held my son on his first Halloween, and in that moment, I wasn't just a dad in a costume. I was a link in a chain. I can still picture it. He was tiny, and we dressed up as Mufasa and baby Simba. We have this high rock at our family place, and I stood there and held him up, just like in the movie. It felt bigger than just a costume. I was celebrating him, our bloodline, our legacy. That tradition never stopped. As he got older, we were Deadpool and Wolverine. We'd have these epic, fake-wolverine-claw fights all over the house. To this day, we'll still randomly bust out the moves on each other. It's our thing. I realized my son sees me, a grown man, being goofy, using my imagination, and not being "too cool" to play. He's pointed out that I'm often the only adult dressed up, and he sees it as special. He sees that, and he knows he has permission to find joy and play, no matter how old he gets. I think that's a lot of what we're doing here as a brotherhood. We're practicing being the men we choose to be. For me, that means being a man, and a father, who is 100% present and never "too cool" to connect. 1. When was the last time you really played all out with your kids, oblivious to the rest of the world, just you and them in the moment? 2. What's one way you can show your family your "playful" side this week? Your action today: Don't just ask your kids about their day. Get on the floor and build the Legos. Pick up the controller. Or start the play-fight. Be 100% in it with them, even for just 10 minutes.